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A Bloody Business, Murder

A team of FBI profilers flies to Washington to help crack a murdering spree in the Olympic Peninsula, where an unsub is targeting young female brunettes. Meanwhile, Edward, Bella and the rest of the Cullens are preparing for the wedding. What happens when these two parties meet? Twilight/ Criminal Minds Crossover

General Disclaminer: I own nothing. Not Twilight, or Criminal Minds. I just read the books, and watch the movie and TV show

2. Chapter 2

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Bella’s POV

I felt a cool pair of arms wrap themselves around me. I sighed, happily basking in their comfort.

“Good morning,” Edward whispered softly in my ear.

“Five more minutes,” I begged, curling up into his stony, icy arms. He chuckled, and I felt his fingers run themselves through my hair.

We stayed that way for a few minutes; I felt peaceful with my head lying against his chest, staring into his topaz eyes. He stared at me.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked.

“I’m thinking about how perfect my day is right now,” I replied, “It’s you and me, just sitting here, with nothing to do.”

He smiled my favorite crooked smile. “I guessed you’d say that. Last night was quite the night.”

I blushed, sitting up. “What did I say?” I asked. He chuckled softly.

“You said my name.” He replied. “A lot. There were also plenty of ‘I love you’s, and even a few combinations of the two.”

I felt my already red cheeks turn even darker with another splash of color. I turned to check the clock, and gasped. It was after nine thirty

“I didn’t know it was this late,” I muttered.

Edward too looked at the clock on the bedside table. “You still have a minute of that five minutes left,” he told me.

“No, it’s not that,” I told him, running my fingers through his untidy bronze hair; I felt him relax, and wrap his arm around my shoulder. “Today is Charlie’s birthday, and I wanted to surprise him with lunch and a cake at the station today.” I climbed out of bed, and headed for the stairs.

“What was today’s menu?” Edward asked as he followed me out of my room.

“Umm… I wanted to make him some lasagna, or some fish fry,” I told him, taking the stairs two at a time. Of course, I tripped over my own feet, and was about to tumble into the living room when Edward caught me around my waist.

I blushed again. “I’m glad you’re here. Thanks.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He whispered as he set me down safely at the foot of the stairs. “I’ll get started on the lasagna, you can worry about picking up the cake.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ll try not to take all day,” Edward told me, kissing my forehead before walking into the kitchen. I heard pots and pans rattling in the kitchen as I headed for the dryer to grab a clean shirt and jeans before hurrying upstairs again to change.

It took me about a half hour to get the cake from the bakery, as well as a new baseball cap, wallet, and gift card to Newton’s for Charlie. When I arrived home, I saw that the Volvo was in the driveway, and Alice was at the window, waving frantically at me as I came up the drive.

“Hey, Alice! What’s new with you?” I asked as she opened the door open for me and I walked into the house.

“Nothing,” she said as she danced into the kitchen. “Which reminds me, you’re dad’s having some guests from the FBI over for a couple days. I don’t think it’s for his birthday, though.”

Oh, yeah. It had been all over the news. Three women killed in one month, one just an hour away from Forks. It had Charlie and other police chiefs in the area worried. I was more worried for Charlie’s safety than my own, even though the targets were all brunette females.

“Bella,” Edward said, looking out from inside the kitchen. I threw one arm around him while Alice pried the cake from my arm to set it on the kitchen table.

“That was quite fast,” he whispered. I grinned, and kissed him.

“Get a room!” Emmett’s voice boomed from the living room; I turned to see him and Jasper sitting in the living room with the TV on.

“Mariners vs. Red Sox?” I asked. Jasper nodded.

“Emmett didn’t want to be in the house alone, since Esme and Rosalie are out hunting,” Jasper added. “Carlisle went in to take care of some surgeries this morning, which might last all day.”

The timer on the oven went off, and I opened it to the heavenly scent of lasagna.

“It’s perfect,” I said. I heard Edward laugh.

“You two,” Alice said. “Pay up.”

I looked up in time to see Emmett and Jasper give Edward a few dollar bills, and laughed.


Edward, Alice and I walked up to the police station. I noticed from the corner of my eye, a line of black SUVs pulling up, and stopping by the doors. A group of people began exiting the vehicles.

“It’s the FBI,” Edward muttered. I looked once more at the SUV’s before Edward opened the door, and I walked in. Alice and Edward quickly followed, along with a young man from the FBI. He had shoulder-length brown hair, and wore a waistcoat and a white collared shirt. For some reason, he reminded me of Jasper. He nodded, and whispered a quick “Thank you.”

We left him at the door with his colleagues, and headed for Charlie’s office.

“Hey, Dad!” I said as we walked into the office. Charlie glanced up from his papers.

“Bells! You spoil me rotten!” He said, surprised. “What’s the occasion?”

“Don’t tell me you’d forget your own birthday, Dad!” I said as I set down his present. “And Edward and Alice helped with the lasagna, so I shouldn’t take all the credit.”

“Thank you, Alice, hon.” Charlie said, “And Edward, thanks, too.”

Just then, another man came through the door to the office. He was tall, with dark severe hair and a grim expression that quickly relaxed when he saw Charlie.

“Charlie Swan? I haven’t seen you since Vegas!”